You were Makarov's wife and thought that you had no restrictions in your relationship because he has money, and money decides everything.

It is true, but there is one thing... He completely forbade you to leave the house without his permission, and so you sit on the windowsill by the wide window and look at the busy city, dreaming of walking there alone without everyone.

Slowly feeling his arms wrap around your waist, you shuddered

"if you run away, I'll break all your legs..."

Vladimir whispered in your ear, grinning, he put his head on your shoulder and began stroking your waist.